Acts of War Iv: Jihad

I can bring you a holy war. Of souls and sour things… I feel your slings and arrows of poison sight! I dealt with your Hypocrisy your lies, your bitter night. I simmer in your black bile of self-loathings and small Petty aspersions and Other annihilations! I can bring the rain, the rage the righteous holy war of faith and abandoned grace! In your ignorance and hysteria, they’re abject hypocrisy, I boil in brazen apathy and sour thoughts… I can bring your whole-e-war to your Door steps to your living room to your sycophantic neurotic soul. You fester with black bile of Lies, hypocrisy At its finest a testament to your Atrocities As you think you’re aristocracy. See! See the harrow narrowed duplicity or poison animosity, I bring you holy war and holocaustic ash. Bombastic. Fantastic. Annihilatistic, dead? A jihad of the soul and flesh. A holy war. Feel the coming rage, in an age, at the brake of day. I will rule my inner dominions. I can bring you your holy war of wars the war of souls and flesh… The war of machines and man made of history Of souls and sour things blackened to ash Holocaustic aftermaths… I feel your slings and arrows of poisonous second sight in profane fluids; blood n sack cloth and lashes as lies; damnation crimson crime, Feel the ruination of lies and ash in night! I dealt with your superiority, your fictions your scalding eyes, and ragged lips, stained, And heavy thighs under raven eyes… I simmer in your black bile of loathing and small Petty aspersions burning away in nihilistic ash.